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Sleeping With Yesterday (Episode 19)

Posted by on September 16, 2016.

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Iya’s laughter crackles like fireworks.

And it is this laughter that shakes Nnafuka out of the nightmare. She feels her hands grabbing at something. She opens her eyes to see that what she is grabbing at is someone’s hand. When she looks up, it is Dayo. Dayo’s face lingers above her like a radiant sun.

“Honey?” she asks, unsure that she has really come back to this world. When Dayo smiles, brandishing the dimples that seem to serve as guards to his smile, Nnafuka pulls his hand in, grabs his arm closer and rests her head on his shoulder. Dayo allows her head to stay on his shoulder for some minutes before he takes a sit on the bed.

“There was this sound and then there was fire and Helen was gone.” Nnafuka is being too careful with words. She knows the guilt inside of her. She knows that when that truck was still far away that she would have ran over to Helen to help her tear her skirt from the grip of the car door. She knows that her inside feels sad but that sadness is still partly painted with gratitude. She is grateful to no one in particular, but she is grateful that Helen who knew how she poisoned Doctor Abiola’s son is no longer alive. She knows that if she was alive, Helen being the kind of person she was would have narrated it all to Dayo back in Bida. She is also sure that while Helen was rebuking her for her action she was already concluding plans within herself to severe their relationship. That was why she never bothered to come between Helen and death. She just watched as the truck crushed her, wondering deep inside why the truck driver could not stop, wondering if the universe was in her favour, wondering why she felt so heavy and lost after the crash. It is that heaviness, the same that she feels now, that makes her want to say something to Dayo.

“Nnafuka, I need you to keep calm.” Dayo slowly pulls his shoulder from her. “The doctor said you are experiencing a reaction to the crash.”

“I need to tell you something, honey.” Nnafuka makes to grab his arm again.

“No. Not now. You need to get well first.” Dayo is trying his best to get his arm free from her. As he wriggles it out he asks, standing up, “Do you feel any pain anywhere in your body?”

“I need to tell you something, Dayo.” She fixes her eyes on Dayo.

Dayo insists that this is no time for whatever she wants to say. He walks to the window, brushes his hand across his head, feeling the large rock in his heart. He feels that what has happened to Helen and his wife is his fault. After all, it was he who had listened to Malik and had gone ahead to take the contact of this Minna counselor. It was he who had made sure that Nnafuka was convinced into heading down to Minna to see this woman. Dayo feels pain in his chest remembering Helen’s face the morning he drove by her house and begged her to join Nnafuka to Minna.

“Nnafuka threw me out of the house the other day,” she had said to him. “Did she tell you?”

Dayo had looked down at his shiny blue shoes, slapped his thigh severally with his car key and said to Helen, “Your friend is losing her mind. If you cannot do this for her, at least do it for me. She is my wife and I love her. I cannot give her up like that to…to whatever that is trying to take over her.”

Helen had looked at him for some seconds, their eyes locked in a tight embrace and she had come closer to him, touched his shoulder and had said, “I will do it, Dayo. I will do it for you and for her.”

Looking out the window here at the cars parked downstairs all Dayo can think of is Helen’s face. It is as that face was the moment he convinced her to go with Nnafuka that he remembers it now. A few minutes ago he saw that same face in the mortuary in tattered bits of skin, lying side by side with other corpses, like these cars he is looking at.

Nnafuka’s voice comes again to him. “Dayo, please come and take a sit.” He turns and looks at her, then he slowly sits on the chair by her bed.

“No,” Nnafuka says. “Come and sit on the bed.”

Dayo goes closer to her, sits on her bed, his hand slowly caressing her hand.

“I want to tell you something,” she says.

“Go ahead, honey. I’m listening.”

Nnafuka draws in a deep breath and opens her mouth to speak.

To Be Continue

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  1. i hope she tells him d 2rut

    by Tina on Jan 3, 2017 at 4:41 pm

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